It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

Laundry spinning, kid finally asleep, phone on silent, I opened this thing just “to check it out” and suddenly I’m in some horny isekai fever dream where all the Demon Slayer girls want to climb on my soul. It starts super simple, like any Ren’Py visual novel, click through some text, pick a choice, think “ok, I know this drill.” Then you notice how they look at you. Shinobu giving that calm doctor smile while talking sweet poison, and the dialogue suddenly shifts from polite to straight up “I want to test your stamina, for research.” Romance flags everywhere, harem energy strong, and I’m sitting there in sweatpants pretending I’m not grinning at my monitor like an idiot. The game treats you like the center of some fucked up softcore universe, you’re the outsider dude dropped in, and every route basically asks, “Whose bed do you ruin first?” Nezuko all shy and needy, Mitsuri just horny sunshine that can’t shut up about how “thick” you are, Daki with that mean, bratty mouth that makes you want to pin her to a wall. Half the time I’m skipping chores just to push one more choice, see one more CG, then I remember I left clothes in the washer and just keep going anyway. Priorities, right.

What I liked is how the game doesn’t pretend to be some serious epic. It’s horny fanfiction that knows exactly what it is. Choices usually boil down to: be a gentleman, be a tease, or be a complete degenerate, and the girls react in a way that actually feels kinda in-character, if their original show had been aired on Pornhub instead of TV. One scene with Aoi caught me off guard: she’s scolding you like a strict nurse, then one tiny dialogue choice and suddenly she’s straddling you on the infirmary bed, trying to keep her voice down while begging you to go deeper. Filthy as hell, but written with enough charm that it doesn’t feel like a soulless click-and-fap thing. I wish there was more jealousy drama though. If you’re juggling a full harem, I want Mitsuri pouting, Shinobu smiling while promising “punishment,” Daki calling you a useless pig while still grinding on your thigh. It flirts with that, but never totally commits, and I kinda hate that, but I also know they’re never changing it, so whatever, I’ll still play. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you get a really tender romantic moment, stars and confessions, and literally two clicks later you’re balls-deep in one of them against a tree with zero transition. But, honestly, that messy vibe fits. Feels like watching fan edits on TikTok where everything’s just vibes and horny brain.

The lewd scenes themselves are not shy. You get full-on fucking with sound, skin slapping, messy kissing, and dirty talk that actually made me mute once because I forgot my window was open. Mitsuri riding you like a maniac, moaning about how perfect your cock is, Nezuko clutching your arm like she’s scared she’ll break if you go harder, Shinobu whispering in your ear exactly how you’re filling her, all clinical and filthy at the same time. The camera moves just enough so you actually see bodies grinding, not just static poses. Sometimes the lines are a bit awkward, but honestly that made it feel more real, like porn written at 2 in the morning by someone too horny to edit. There’s romance, there’s tender cuddling after you’ve absolutely wrecked them, there’s playful teasing before you push them onto the futon and go again. And yeah, I got annoyed that one scene reused the same background for like three different girls and it pulled me out of the mood for half a second, but I still clicked through and finished anyway. That’s the kind of game this is: messy, horny, shameless, and somehow exactly what my tired adult brain wanted after folding endless socks and answering work emails on my phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This thing feels like someone’s horny sketchbook got turned into a toy by accident, and I kinda love that it’s rough around the edges. You start as this smug master type who clearly thinks he’s some big duel champion of girls, except nothing is really shiny or epic. It’s more like: here’s your first slavegirl, she’s half-finished, her expressions are not fully consistent, and still you immediately start thinking, “ok, how do I break her in without totally wrecking her stats.” It has that early browser hentai vibe, like those old Flash slave sims people pretend they never played but we all did. You’re not just clicking through pictures; you’re juggling mood, obedience, sexual training, money flow, and random events that kick your plans in the balls when you least expect. One day you schedule a nice calm training routine, then some duel request pops up and suddenly you’re rushing to pump her skills so she doesn’t go out there acting like a useless pillow princess in front of the other masters.

The lewd stuff hits pretty quick, but it doesn’t feel like those factory-made VN scenes where you read walls of text before touching a boob. Here it goes more like: “ok, her submission is high enough, now let’s see how far we can push anal training without her totally hating you tomorrow.” The scenes are short, sharp, dirty. When you send her to do whorish jobs to earn money, you actually feel a bit guilty because her affection drops if you treat her like cheap meat too fast, but you still shove her into that job anyway because you want the cash for better toys. I like when a scene unlocks and the girl looks at you with that mix of fear and need, like she knows she’s just property but she also wants your approval so bad she’ll lick anything you tell her to. It’s messed up and sweet at the same time, in that hentai logic way. Sometimes the art is lovely cute and sometimes her body proportions wobble a bit, and honestly that inconsistency turns me on more because it feels like I’m peeking into the artist’s work-in-progress folder instead of some sterile final product. The UI is simple but I kept clicking the clock by accident and suddenly a whole day jumped and I lost a perfect training slot, and now I’m irrationally annoyed at that clock, but I still keep using it.

What really got me hooked was that little loop where you tune a girl like she’s a lewd instrument for those master duels. You grind her obedience, sharpen her sexual skills, then toss her into a match and hope she can outslut the other trainer’s pet. One duel I lost hard because I focused too much on making her a good obedient maid and almost ignored her actual erotic technique. Watching her stand there, blushing, not knowing how to move her hips while the opponent’s girl rode like a porn pro was hilariously humiliating. For her and for me. I went back and changed her schedule: morning oral, afternoon anal practice, evening “special service” with restraints, then a little cuddle session at night so she doesn’t mentally snap. She still complains sometimes, and that tiny pout before she kneels again is exactly the kind of kawaii corruption I collect in my head like trading cards. If you want to squeeze every spicy drop, treat the schedule like a puzzle: mix cruelty with care, push her into filthy training when you see a stat plateau, then pull back and spoil her a bit so she clings to you instead of running in her mind. Use the duels as your exam, use the bed as your classroom, and never trust that stupid clock to behave.

You ever start a game thinking it’s just another parody and then suddenly you’re watching Delia Ketchum bend over a lab table like she’s about to teach anatomy class the hard way? Yeah, that’s this one. It starts all innocent - Pallet Town, sunshine, that “I overslept again” energy - and then, bam, you’re in Professor Oak’s lab snooping through his stuff and learning he’s been researching... let’s just say “human-pokemon compatibility” in a way no academic journal would publish. The tone flips faster than a Tinder match gone wrong. One second you’re pretending to care about rare species, next second you’re covered in way more than curiosity.

Delia, though - holy hell. They made her look like the definition of “MILF who knows exactly what she’s doing.” She’s got that soft mom energy but says things that would make even Team Rocket blush. The scenes with her feel weirdly personal, like the game’s reading your dirty thoughts out loud. There’s a part where she leans in too close, her voice dripping honey and sin, and you just *know* this isn’t about Pokémon anymore. The writing’s cheeky as hell, half jokes, half filthy confessions, and somehow it works. You’ll laugh, you’ll groan, you’ll maybe question your childhood a little.

The pacing’s messy in that good kind of way - it doesn’t care about logic, just about pushing you deeper into its horny fever dream. You might roll your eyes at the story, but then the next scene hits and suddenly you’re invested in seeing how far the “research” goes. Controls? Who even cares, you’ll figure ‘em out with one hand anyway. It’s trashy, it’s fun, and it’s got that nostalgic kick twisted into something you definitely can’t talk about in polite company. Kind of like if Pokémon grew up, got divorced, and started posting thirst traps at 2 a.m. on Twitter.